There was no glimmer of light in the lonely night, and the bleak and moist wind blew the curtains. The curtains were gently raised, and splashes of water cast starry circles of light on the burning fireplace. Suddenly, countless small rays of light overlapping in different shades gently swirled and sprinkled on the rows of rows of reflective marble tables in the dark bar.

Looking at the endless white mist in front of him, there was a fragile stubborn light in Sherman's eyes that was swirling in his dark red eyes. Her fingers trembled and groped around her faint scarred neck. Looking at the blood stains that had solidified in the make-up mirror that she had rubbed to reflect the dizzying light, she slowly tightened her fingers around her neck.

"Sister, whether you can see my news or not, but there is one thing, I ask you to understand that no one in this world owes you. Mom and Dad don't owe you, and I don't owe you a penny. If you say that you owe something, it is also that you owe our Cui family a piece of blood. Do you know? Do you want to take a single bloodline completely? See the news, right? Still don't plan to see me, even though I'm in Heidelberg too. ”

Sherman was just about to secretly fill her hungry stomach with the remaining half of the bottle of red wine from the unknown guest, when she heard the sound of countless new text messages on her mobile phone, she poured half of the wine and the remnants of the other people's glasses into the remaining half of the borscht of the guest who had just left the table.

"Don't you think it's a shame to be doing something? How can you disappear for years as if you were an air man? Five years, five years, I really don't know what your mind is thinking, how can it still be like a bottomless pit that doesn't shine a single light, right? How long do I have to hide it for you before it ends? Please, Miss Sherman. ”

Sherman sat down at a table with a relatively simple and bland meal, she casually rolled up her greasy sleeves, picked up the chopsticks with vegetable stains, and ate it like a homely woman. While eating, she put her phone aside and looked at it quietly for a while. Then shook his head meaningfully.

Shirley was obviously messing with the child's temper, and she must have kept leaving messages in the form of forced questions because she didn't reply to the message. In fact, Sherman's heart is like a mirror, the reason why he chose not to reply is completely out of the protection of his parents' fragile hearts, if he said to his young sister, "Honey, I have messed up everything recently, the cooked duck flew away, and I lost a big meat ticket without interest, and now I really can't find a way out, because I find that I really have no long life." It may be a relief for her, who has suppressed herself for a long time, but for the girl who is far away from the screen, her complaint may be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Because Shirley, who is young and casual or has just taken over the housework, will definitely sort out her grief as it is before handing it to her parents. She couldn't imagine that she, who was treated like a pillar with infinite expectations, would become the first domino to fall that made the family nervously break. And she has experienced countless times of being loved and abandoned, even if the heavy raindrops hit her head, she is used to the embarrassing scene of being judged. But she doesn't like to fool Shirley with rhetoric, because she is really having a bad time, so bad that she even feels exhausted when she hooks her fingers more and hits the keyboard of her mobile phone.

"Is your misfortune done by someone else? Why does it have to be like this? How many years have I wanted to ask you not to vent your incompetence on your mother and father, even if we only have a beehive full of holes, we always have a place to stay, don't we? Wake up, neither fate nor anyone has given up on you, and you don't have to do it for anyone, but for yourself who doesn't fall again. Redeem your self-despised heart, if you continue to look down on yourself, the world will never have mercy on such a humble person. Sherman straightened her eyes with reflective faces, she rolled her eyes, and suddenly laughed.

"Redemption, mercy? Are you joking? It must be a myth of absurdity, planting a seed of deception in your ignorant heart. Who will redeem whom, my God, do you still believe in myths?" Sherman took out the wine glass hidden in his apron, and folded the red wine mixed with borscht back into the bright wine glass in the dim light, the strange aroma of wine in her mouth, every tooth was sore, Sherman hurriedly pulled a few tissues from the table, and gently covered her mouth with a wild vomit.

She laughed and coughed, and the pain was so painful that even the fingers that grasped the wine glass were red and cold. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the old servant with sweat the size of a bean on his forehead and drinking happily on his shoulders. In the quiet atmosphere like smoke, the sound of her munching on food was strangely thick.

"Ever since I knew you had the heart to abandon our family who were struggling in the mud of pain, I hated you. I hate you for making me as sensitive and helpless as a stray cat, and you're leaving, aren't you? Because, in the future, your self-depravity will continue to destroy my hard-earned love. What should I do if Gu knew that I had a sister who was like a prostitute? How could you be so selfish that you were just thinking about yourself? I don't want me to tremble for so long, and in the end I have to face everyone's scolding and ridicule. ”

In the silky mist, Sherman smiled awkwardly, and when a certain emotion came to her heart, she stretched her aching neck and swallowed the food violently, and then she began to eat with a blank expression again.

"Don't you think you resemble me at the beginning, and look at your correspondence, it seems that you have had enough of the pain I have suffered. ”

Sherman slowly stood up with the leftover plate from her second meal, she forced tears to look at the mirror that had faded just now, this time she completely tightened the fingers placed on her neck, and smiled faintly and palely.

In the quiet moonlight, Sherman's hand slipped from her cheeks, which seemed to be ten years old, to her thin neck, and in the mirror, she seemed to be a delicate flower branch being wantonly attached to a layer of entangled withered vines.

Outside the window, there are occasional chirping sparrows, flapping their wings and leaping towards the wider and deeper sky, and the moment the wings flapping the rain leaves, the world of forbearance becomes noisy.

Sherman shuddered and closed her eyes, her lips pursed, and she cleared her colic throat in a deep voice. The sparrow chirped, and the cold wine that had just been as cold as a blade slid into her rippling throat with a cold, choking fishy breath.

"Ironwood (the nickname of the older servant)! How long are the guests going to wait? The thunderous guys take this down! I want the next batch of guests to visit, and the interior is spotless!!

Sherman quickly put her phone in her apron pocket, and then she quickly threw the spoon, chopsticks, forks, and tissues with lipstick wiped off the table into the soup bowl.

"VIP guests are coming! VIP guests are coming in, you idiots. I hired you to be a vase as an ornament, didn't you do it? If you are so lax in your own business, I want you to double the speed, or don't blame me for keeping you working overtime and not getting a raise. ”

Sherman's feet were fixed in place, not moving, but his hands, red from the cold water from the faucet, were busy, like chickens pecking rice, constantly pecking at the food to clean up the food debris. Tears slid down the stiff dimples of her lips, and she couldn't even spare time to wipe with a tissue other than to inhale.

“VIP！”

At that moment, the slightly older servant went straight to Sheman in a rage, snatched out the glass that Sheman had placed in the pocket of her apron, and threw it into the same pot of residual soup.

"The guy who can't speak, is he even deaf now?" (because for a long time in the past, Sherman was the lowest and cheapest labor force that was almost free)

The water for washing dishes slowly trickled down Sherman's face, coldness and helplessness running through her body, and she looked at the mop in her hand with low eyes. As Sherman slowly noticed her angry eyes, Sherman grinned reluctantly.

"How can I be deaf? If I am really deaf, will you still talk to me? Besides, if I am sick or pregnant, I think the proprietress will definitely drive me out of here instead of you." Thankfully, thanks to you, my hearing is not very sharp, and I just heard not only the hostess calling you, but also your close lover on the phone. It looks like you're going to have to trot and be diligent, or you'll be dragged down by a hectic pile of business. ”

The older servant's face darkened visibly, "You're eavesdropping on my chat?"

"Tell me, what is your purpose, colleague, even if I have taken the lead in squeezing you out, but that is also what you did when you were a clumsy newcomer, speaking of which, those of us who do coolies, the flies and dogs are calculating, it is not at all painful in the long run, do you have to do so much? Aside from the chores here, what do I have a deep hatred for you?" Her hand slowly reached for Sheman's waist and met her sly smiling eyes, and Sheman grabbed the doorknob behind her.

"Haha, ridiculous. Since you just said that it was a beam that I formed when I was a newcomer. The slang saying that the gentleman has been taking revenge for ten years, and you and I, as the last female slave girl in this city, are naturally women (villains) who take revenge from morning to night. Since you and I are tied here, I guess according to your thinking, my eruption will also choose to explode in place. ”

"What's the nerve!" I don't want to be quiet this time, she changed to a low-eyebrow prostrate posture, but took the lead in endlessly.

"Your internal organs are still healthy, aren't they? What if I have a handle in your hands? I have to leave with something valuable, like kidneys. ”

Sherman nervously looked at the doorknob and carefully unlocked it. "I warn you, if you dare to come one step closer. When she turned around again, the older servant leaned almost himself against her. The foul smell of breath made Sherman look at her helplessly.

"What are you going to do? If the proprietress sees us fighting, we'll be a pair of squid with legs attached, and we'll be fired together. There's no place for you and me. ”

As she spoke, Sherman carefully pushed her face forward. At the same time, the woman ran her hand through Sherman's loose arm and pressed the light switch.

A small space with black lights blinding.

"I warn you, if you dare to take a step forward, I will never be polite to you, do you think I am still the same me I was back then?"

"What if it is? What if it doesn't. Jiang is still old and spicy, just by saying this, you have to play the same twelve points of spirit against me as the boss lady, otherwise this is also a foul, why is the guy who doesn't even have more grains of salt than I have ever eaten want to demonstrate to me?"

"I don't have time to play wheel battles with you, table four, the proprietress has arranged an important task for me. After working here for so long, you should know what VVIP is like. If we neglect it, the three of us will end up sitting together. ”

"Very good, there is such an interesting suspense, if you are in a hurry, you will not take out the boss lady and VVIP as a shield, because you will not be able to use these people very well now. However, with your seniors, I think I can teach you to play a unique game of billiards. This time the older servant looked at her mischievously, and raised his arm over the slightly raised arm of Sheman, and with a "snap", the room lit up again.

"What are you going to do?" Sherman tried to smile, but a faint curse squeezed out from between her teeth that had been bitten under her bitten lip.

"Cui Xueman, Cui Xueman. Table 4 guests can't wait!"

The older servant ignored Sherman and took the conversation. "Here it is, Sheman is in place right away. ”

The proprietress was talking on the phone, recording quickly on the notepad, and shouting while pulling her neck.

"It's okay to go all the way, but the road ahead is slippery, please slow down. ”

The old man made a gesture of please, respectfully.

"Why do you always put the important things last to whet my appetite? Well, I'll just take it as the last surprise. ”

The proprietress had just finished talking on the phone, and she breathed a sigh of relief after taking care of things in her private sphere. But when she bumped into Shehman, who had been bowing her head and cowering to avoid her gaze, she reflexively grabbed the straps of the scarf on her chest and straightened her stumbling body into her smug eyes.

"If it weren't for your useless head sticking headlong into my chest, I would have almost forgotten how the soup of the guests at Table Four was like this? Are you a fool? What did the trainer tell you in the first place, that you would have been like a piercing wind in your ears, with your left ear in and out of your right ear? I think you must have not been forced into a desperate situation in life, which is why you are always so frizzy. Please, you can't taste the salty taste of cooking? What are your mouths and noses for, but do you know how to ventilate? Oh my God, what kind of behemoths I have raised. ”

"Forget it, forget it. You do it all over again. I'll swipe the material off your payroll. ”

In the quiet living room, next to the most secluded cross-shaped window, Sherman approached the window with a gray and white face.

In a secluded corner, a rotating pillar of white light just drove away the thin dust in the low sky.